I don't wanna romanticize it, but every night it's the place that I go
The fretful dream breaks not long after he departs, woken by the array of barking that rises suddenly from the dogs, who despite recognizing and accepting Vesper, are startled by the sudden appearance and departure of him. Smooches in particular stands near her, tail up and waving, head tilting as he stares at the space that carries just the fading proof of his presence. Colt, equally startled now from the chaos of her mind to that of this reality, is half falling out of her chair with a groggy "what! What!?" The dogs quiet into softer growls and an infrequent, low woof of disapproval, licking their lips as they settle.
She groans into her hand, rubbing at her eyes and getting to her feet, sweater falling from her lap, forgetting that she had it. "C'mon, let's go to actual bed," she mumbles to the pack, retrieving the sweater from the ground and bundling in it her arms as she starts the trudge down the hall. She's oblivious to calling on him, especially with such minor evidence left behind and no good brightness or clear mind to see them, she'll likely never know. Might only have a suspicion if she tries to channel again and finds her calling minutes have all been used for the month, which would be puzzling indeed.
She crawls into the covers of her bed with a yawn, sweater bundled in her arms as she drifts off to the faintest scent of salt and peppermint.
[FIN]
She groans into her hand, rubbing at her eyes and getting to her feet, sweater falling from her lap, forgetting that she had it. "C'mon, let's go to actual bed," she mumbles to the pack, retrieving the sweater from the ground and bundling in it her arms as she starts the trudge down the hall. She's oblivious to calling on him, especially with such minor evidence left behind and no good brightness or clear mind to see them, she'll likely never know. Might only have a suspicion if she tries to channel again and finds her calling minutes have all been used for the month, which would be puzzling indeed.
She crawls into the covers of her bed with a yawn, sweater bundled in her arms as she drifts off to the faintest scent of salt and peppermint.
[FIN]
Colt
Darling, it's a cold kind of violent, to fear this alone
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
